San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-05-05
THE GREEN TURDAN.

Il am gong to, Lofty. why! what's
the matter, my girl?"
"Oh, don't know what to sayl But
don't take that ship, Edward"
"Why poppetl Have you been think
ing something may happen to me?
Have You been dreaming again2 Come,
sit down, my girl"
She went and stood by him and look
ed down. Il have been dreaming again"
said she. "but the same kind of dream
as before. TwiCe-a week ago and last
night dreamt | was lying in great
distress, With horrible things creeping
and crawling about me-ugh! and the
face in the green turban came, and he
graSped me by the wrist, and then it all
dissolved. and | felt somehow was not
myself but someone else; and I'm sure
some friend is living in some horrible
prison in the East and wants our help.
So if you don't take the ship for the
East, Edward, ] don't know what
shall dol" And she looked exceedingly
distressed.
"But the East, my girl" said he,
means a great deal"
Couldn't you go to the prisons and
find if there was any one you know
there?"
Gan 1 90 the rounds of the prisons
and ask, is there anybody who knows
Captain Raven here?" Even if they
would let me enter the prisons, ii would
take year or two to 90 through them
Syria, Egypt, TTipOli, Tunis and all
around where they happen to wear tur-
bans"
rs there no particular place where
they wear green turbanSY
Not that know Of"
What shall l do? Oh, it will be on
my conscience, and he will keep coming
to me in dreams, know he will"
He? WhO?"
"WhOp she repeated looking strange
ly nOnplused, thought. THE man in
the green turban."
well, my DEAR" said Edward, you
know that I'd do anything to save your
little finger from an ache. 1t doesn't
matter to me; I'll take the Mediterran-
can ship, and make inquiries as go
along"
Lofty" said he, "yOu know that | am
going TO the Mediterranean on your er-
rand; would take it kind of you, if
you can make any sort of guess. that
you should tell me whom | am to look
for"
She turned her face to the pillow and
burst into tears. "Oh," she said, Il wish
could | have told you | felt | was
some one else, or as if | and some one
were-were one, and thought l turned
and turned, but could not see the face.
Oh, l wish | could tell you, Edward;
for if you don't find who it is l shall
die! feel as if that person had my
life, and was drawing it out of me"
II.
In the end of June we received the
following letter from Edward:
5. 5. FALCON. BAY OF TANGIER,
Morocco, May 20, Isl
You will be surprised TO receive this
letter so soon after my last, with its
words of no hope of success. You will
see that | am out of the Mediterranean.
This is how it has come about. The
owners having heard, suppose, of the
famine among the MoOrs. telegraphed
to me at Port Said to ship cargo of
grain and come on to Tangier and Mo
gadOr.- Now, Pm constantly finding
out, when think everything's gone to
tumble, that something or other hap
pens that shows me that I'm no better
than a heather, and that things in the
world really fit and work like the tack
ling of ship. That is not a remarka-
bly, wise or clear moral, but you'll see
presently what / mean.
Il arrived off this port with a fine
cargo Of wheat Yesterday. This morn